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Ish’talla Side
Andr'ial and Ati'yya
Chapter 02 : 12
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In’irda smiles. He is learning, this is always good. Others felt it was always amusing to prevent him from borrowing one of us because of how much he wanted a Siren. You are the first he has touched and I am sure the normal behavior of those masters that surround him is what he based his own off of. He did not know any other way. I always felt he would make a good master… good to one of us, that is. My own master says he had this home built in anticipation of someday obtaining one. She looks out towards the balcony. The land is small but it is near the ocean, he built a pool to keep you near to him. All of this is designed with us in mind, even if he was not quite sure how to go about it. I have seen no other go out of their way like this. I have my own chambers, but you have seen them, it is not like this. I do not sleep in my master’s bed unless he desires it. I am treated well, but not like a mate. I am brought gifts, but my master is no suitor. He may eventually take up a companion of his own kind and less will be required of me, but I do not mind. But… Ati’yya starts, a slight amount of confusion crossing her features. Do you not wish for a mate then? If your ‘master’ treats you kindly and brings you gifts, if he is not like the others of their kind in that manner, why would he not take you as his companion? Even though the entire idea of taking one of these creatures willingly as a mate is still a little foreign to her, she assumed that this is what they are for… or, Ati’yya frowns slightly to herself, at least those who do not treat their own kind like pets or property. In’irda has said there are more like Andr’ial out there, more who wish Sirens to be their mates or companions as he does her. If the yellow haired woman’s own ‘owner’ does not treat her as her previous did, if he brings her gifts and beds her, then why would he not desire her as a companion as well? The way that they think confuses me… she admits soon after. I do not understand why they use us as they do, why some are so cruel to us while others, like my own captor and yours seem able to think beyond the base want and desire for us their kind seems unable to control. Do… do you not get lonely amongst them? Even with a ‘master’ who treats you kindly? Do you not ever desire one of our own? I do not think that will ever happen so I do my best not to desire it. In’irda shrugs. Who is there for me to have as a companion? I cannot leave my ‘house’ unless sold and I will not be sold, I will stay within the family. My master has taken on companions for short periods, but nothing permanent, as has yours. She smirks. The master of the male Siren, she got him drunk one night and bed him. He did nothing but complain to my master after that. The male was not involved but your master was upset regardless. She has been trying since to make him a mate, he has refused her every time. I am sure she would have enjoyed having your master take her while her Siren took you. The golden haired Siren shakes her head. It is how these things work, unfortunately. I find her disgusting and without shame. Sometimes, I am surrounded by so many because of my master’s status, I prefer to be alone, even from him. I have enough responsibilities as his ‘pet’, I am unsure I could handle being his mate as well. I do not know why some masters are kind and others are cruel. It depends on how each one perceives us. They are vastly different despite being all the same. Ati’yya shakes her head. This is something I will have to get used to it seems… how these creatures behave and how they think. I do not understand it, but it appears I will be forced to in time. I can scarcely fathom such ways of thinking though… the way you say that female thinks. The look of disgust returns to her features and she frowns. … or her male Siren as well. It is so… backwards to me -a female courting a male. Though if he did not want to take that one as his mate, why did he consent to bed her? The blue haired Siren stops as her thoughts return to the very beginning of her ordeal. Andr’ial took her as well, so perhaps this is simply what the males of his kind do? But then… the females of his kind would also know this, and in the case of that one, appear to be similar so she doesn’t understand why she would continue to try when In’irda has said he continues to deny. Her expression turns thoughtful as she continues. What is ‘drunk’? How did this help her to bed him if he did not wish it? Oh… In’irda laughs much to Ati’yya’s confusion. There is a certain type of drink which causes one to be confused, but in a pleasurable way. It also alters one’s ability to make rational decisions and it can cause these creatures to do things they would not usually do, such as consenting to bed those that they would not normally. It does the same for us, I am sure your master will allow you to try it. I find it quite fun. I actually prefer it when my master lends me out, so I do not have to think on the filthy old creature who is trying to bed me. He knows this and readily provides it. Some of it is pleasant tasting, some of it not as much. It is what these creatures were drinking last night. Have you been able to eat their food? Ati’yya shakes her head. Most of what he has offered me I cannot keep down. His food tastes strange and the meat has made me very sick. But… blue slitted eyes pull away from In’irda’s yellow gaze and slide over to the empty plates and bowls resting near the headboard. There is one food he has brought… each one is different and the taste is not anything I have encountered before. I cannot explain, only that I have really enjoyed them and they do not make me sick. Turning her head back, she pulls webbed fingers up to motion, trying to paint a picture in the air before her of the small cakes she’s come to enjoy. They are light… and … sweet. I find myself craving more. If that drink you speak of tastes as those do, I know I would enjoy it… But I do not know if I would enjoy consuming something that would make me more confused here than I already am. She laughs softly as she lowers her hands back into her lap. Some drinks are sweet, some very bitter. As long as you are within the safety of your home, the confusion is pleasant. Gold slitted eyes move over to the bowl with small fish skeletons that lie on the bottom. She blinks in surprise. He brings you live food? Even after this long? We are just forced to get used to their food, I have never heard of a master providing our native diet. Most cannot stomach watching us eat that which is live. She shakes her head, trying to hide her jealousy. There are many things like you are describing, it is most likely something made of flour and sugar, things you would have never seen before. They are all very good, I like them as well but I do not get them very often, only when my master hosts events like last night. I mainly eat cooked fish. Cooking is what they do when they kill and set the fish on heat. It is not bad, but it takes some getting used to. He did bring me that when he had first taken me from my home. Ati’yya glances at the empty plates again. And even though it had smelled so strange, I had not eaten for days and was very hungry so I attempted to consume it. But- blue slitted eyes slide back to meet golden yellow and she frowns. I became very ill immediately, it caused me so much pain and since then he has brought me my food as I am accustomed to having it. I do not know if I could get used to that meat, I have been scared to try again for fear I will once again be sick. Everything else he has brought has unsettled me as well, though I do try because he seems determined to have me share his offerings… even so, the only food of his kind that I have been able to keep down has been those ‘flour and sugar’. But, I do not understand why consuming food as we do would disgust those creatures, Ati’yya’s look of confusion is tainted by the slightest hints of indignity. Especially when what they consume seems so… un-natural. ‘Cooking’ sounds unnecessary. Meat is not meant to be heated - left out in the suns and it becomes foul so why would they heat it purposefully? His food does not smell rotten, but it does not smell natural either so I do not understand how it does not make him sick as it made me sick in truth or how you have been able to stomach it when I have not… If I had been forced to eat only their food as you say we are, I think I would have starved already, if it had not killed me first. Perhaps if you try eating it again it will not be as bad. To have that after being hungry and never having it before I can see making you sick. These creatures eat all their food after it has been killed and prepared. Most do not do their own hunting. It would actually make them sick to eat as we do, they need to cook their meat. They have very fragile stomachs. In’irda smirks. If they heat it quickly after killing, it does not become foul. I would encourage you to try their food, some of it is very good beyond the sweet things. I was never given uncooked fish after I was taken, I was very ill for the first few weeks as I had no transition but I eventually got used to it. In small amounts you should be fine as long as you are not starved. If you end up traveling with him, he will not be able to provide live fish unless you are on the coast so it is to your benefit you get used to it as quickly as possible. Ati’yya nods. I will trust that you are right… even if I find the thought of tasting that meat again a little disgusting and I am worried that it will make me ill. I do not wish to feel that pain again… I really do not understand these creatures at all. She sighs soon after. I do not understand why they take us from our homes to live amongst them yet refuse to accommodate what they have stolen. We are not the same, this is obvious, so to take us against our wills and then expect us to conform to their way of life just confirms how terrible I am finding them on a whole. Blue slitted eyes slide away from dishes and over to meet yellow once again, the slightest of frowns reforming on her lips. You… have been near him for longer than I… does he travel often? I do not want to be left in this place alone. There are others here of his kind and even though I have only seen glimpses, I know nothing of them or of his home beyond this area. You do not think he would leave me with them do you? Worry shifts through her features. I do not want to ever have another touch me the way your ‘master’s Father did last night… In’irda shudders slightly at the memory before shaking her head to get the thoughts out. He does travel, but not very often. Most recently it has been to acquire things to prepare for your arrival. But I have heard my master talking… your master has a younger sister, she controls the Southern territories. Sometimes she does things that overstep her political bounds and your master needs to fix them. What our masters are speaking of right now has to do with his sister. I do not know if it will require him to travel but I feel he would take you with him. He does not trust others to tend to you. But the southern territories have no water, only sand and heat, we cannot survive there. The oils keep us hydrated under normal conditions, not harsh, arid winds and heat. Though I believe your master understands this and would not risk you. If you did travel, you would be required to wear a mask and collar within this and the eastern territory. The southern queen does not believe in keeping us so there are no laws governing how we are to travel in public. Ati’yya blinks, finding herself a little surprised that Andr’ial has a sibling… she cannot imagine what another of his own blood would look or be like and she certainly would not have guessed he was not an only child. There is a lot I have to learn of my captor… I am glad to hear that he would not leave me with others of his kind. I cannot stand the thought of them near me. Especially after last night’s events. Never again does she want to be surrounded by those people with their lust filled eyes and intentions that scare her. She wouldn’t be able to bear it. Though should he travel to his sister’s lands and they are as inhospitable as you say, I do not know how I will survive. Even with those oils, it is difficult to be deprived of the seas at times… blue slitted eyes shift towards the pool as it shimmers in the mid-morning light and she motions towards it slightly with her head. That pool is not the oceans, but without it I fear I would shrivel and die and so I am grateful that it is here because I can swim freely within. I cannot imagine traveling to a land devoid of water any more than I can imagine how they can live in such conditions themselves. It seems as if it would be difficult… I have come to realize that he cannot remain in the water for very long as it makes him uncomfortable, but it is not overly warm or uncomfortable above it at least. Why would another of his blood… or any of their kind live in a place that is to begin with then? In’irda shakes her head. I do not know the intimate workings of his family but I do know that your master’s father is brothers with my master’s father and that he is also dead. His younger sister has been trying to gain lands through war for many decades and she is succeeding far quicker than either of the northern territories would like. At times your master receives grief for it but he cannot control her. They do not get along, none of his siblings do. He has older brothers as well but I have not met any. I have not been to the southern territories before so I could not accurately describe them or how they live in them. I know she is in the mountains, which may provide a source of water, but most of the land is devoid of life and civilization. Only wars survive there and I have been told there are many. There is coastline that surrounds the territory and that is how they are provided with food, from the farmlands. Most of these creature do not live in the luxury we do, most toil and work. If he travels, you will see this. Ati’yya can’t help smirking slightly. Before I was taken I would not have ever thought anyone could live within walls such as these or that these walls even existed in the first place. It was simpler out in the open and I have found myself wondering many times why they surround themselves with so much… We hunted and strived for what we had ourselves, but within our group, many things were shared equally. It does not seem as if this is the case amongst these creatures. They do not seem as if they share much or work together at all. The gathering showed me this and it seems the only true common ground between them is their cruelty and disregard. She sighs. There is so much to them and yet so little… I guess I will learn much about them in time. And while I am unsure if I truly want to in the end, I do know that I would like to learn more of my captor, so learning of his kind will happen regardless since he is one of them. Some work as communities, living as we do were we not here. It seems the more status one has, the more selfish they become. I enjoy watching the farming communities when they do not know I am around. Once I am seen, they ignore their work to gawk and stare. The golden haired Siren frowns. Many do not know what we are or that we even exist. We are exotic creatures to them and a source of fascination. Even though their labors are different than our kind’s they still remind me of our groups and show me that we are not such different creatures in the end. Their children play, families work together, they help each other, the males protect and the females nurture. They just do it with, as you have said, unnecessary complications. Walls and houses, animals and clothing. Ati’yya smiles just a little. I would like to see this… I would like to see that there are ones amongst them who do not act as those did during that gathering. You have said that your ‘master’ does not treat you badly, that he is different… but he surrounds himself with the others and it confuses me. Mine… he has begun to show himself so different as well, the cruelty that had been present in the beginning is no longer there and yet he too surrounds himself by those that act as he once did, it also confuses me. He has been treating me as a true suitor would since that day, and so he has been redeeming himself in my eyes but the others… she shakes her head and shudders just slightly as her thoughts return to the one that grabbed her, that female and her male Siren, the others in that large hall… If their kind is capable of being different, if their kind lives in similar manners to how we live, I think I would like to see it just once. Given what I have been shown so far, I am unsure if would believe it unless I have seen it for myself. The events of last night make that… difficult. To be able to obtain you, he needed to surround himself with other owners. He was also borne into this status, he cannot leave it if he continues to reside here, but then he also cannot have you. He could not protect you. You would be taken and sold because those of higher status would find a way to remove you from someone they do not deem worthy. I have seen it. He must maintain his status in some way. Your master is not cruel, only misguided on how to treat us at times because of his inexperience. Though beyond a select few, he is a very unpleasant creature to deal with. He enjoys his privacy. He does act as the others do around them and to them, but never to us, he has always been very kind to me. In’irda smiles. I found his curiosity of our kind to be very endearing. He… does many things that remind me of my suitors at times… Ati’yya’s gaze drops to her hands and she smiles a smile she doesn’t even realize is there. Gentle touches that he did not do at first... He also seems so fascinated by my hands, as if they are new and strange to him and he has never seen them before. Sliding a hand free of her lap, the blue haired Siren lifts her arm and spreads her fingers to catch the light in the delicate webbing in between. There have been times that he holds them up as I do now and turns them while his eyes move over every detail… lowering her hand, she meets golden yellow eyes with her own and she offers the other Siren an amused smile. You would think that each time he does this, it is the first his eyes have viewed them… the expression on his face… I get caught watching him as he watches me and I find myself wondering why I cannot look away. Before… he scared me and his touch made me feel unclean… ever since that day all those suns rotations ago, I have not felt disgusted or repelled and he does not scare me as he did. He does not hurt me anymore. I did not think this was possible in the beginning… but I am learning that here, many things are possible that I never would have dreamed could be. I do not like those others… and I do not ever want to be taken by them so if he must act as they act in their presence in order to prevent this from happening then I will understand… Yes. In’irda nods. He will be different just as my master is different when in their presence. He will be that male you feared, but not to you. She smiles. You are developing feelings for him, I can see. I hope they are returned in the same way. There is nothing worse than to see one of us falling in love with their master only to have them become bored and sell us off or find a mate and ignore us. Love for a ‘pet’ is not encouraged for them. He protects you as if you were his mate, not his pet. Not many care about the parts that make us whole, only that we are there for their needs when they call.
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